Planet Designation 014.666.2460 - Chapter Two

It was yet another day and my third without a decent night’s sleep. This time Marstead sat across from me behind the desk in his office on the sixty-fourth floor of the Marstead building. I told you he was a famous trial attorney. He dabbles in other things as well.

“I know you are familiar with all this, but we have to go through it to satisfy the legality of the estate’s distribution and closing,” Marstead explained.

Collin, Marstead’s assistant, came in carrying a tray with all the accoutrements for tea. He set the tray down on the table between the two Chippendale sofas behind us. Once he set the service off, poured, and placed the small two tiered plate of savories and sweets in place he nodded Marstead’s direction.

“Will you give us about fifteen minutes and then bring it in?” Marstead asked.

“Of course,” Collin replied. He took the tray and dismissed himself.

I gave Marstead a questioning look.

Planet 014.666.2460 - Chapter One

STAR TRADER UPDATE

Planet 014.666.2460

Today we rejoin 3su, our Trader throughout the known verse.
She has received news of the worst kind and must unravel a mystery that threatens her future
as well as her life.

I stood before the columbarium pillar containing my parent’s cremation ashes. I arrived almost six months too late to attend their funeral. Leaning forward, I placed my hand on the carved surface of the pillar. The pillar was not new to me. Mom and Dad always thought ahead. They had the it carved years ago after seeing the Goe’ze pillars on Muldavia. They were both archeologists and appreciated beautiful, ancient ruins. The Goe’ze pillars are one of the wonders of the universe. Their surfaces reflect and refract the breathtaking sunsets of Muldavia. This pillar, my parent’s memorial tomb, was artificially enhanced to radiate the colors from within along with a holographic image of my parent’s, smiling lovely, out from just above their niche. The pillar was carved years ago and set in storage to await their needed time. That time came much too soon.

Marstead Grievus shifted his weight as he stood at my side. He was Mom and Dad’s solicitor. When I informed him I had arrived he offered to meet me here, at the cemetery on the site of the UOA. I accepted the offer with my heartfelt thanks. This was not easy. My parents were still young, just in their seventies. They hadn’t even talked about retirement. They were so happy doing what they did, being members of the Universal Order of Antiquities. My parents were experts in their field. If they did not discover it themselves, then they were called in to consult with whoever did make the discovery.

Cover Reveal for #3 and #4 of The Star Traveler Series

Sherry D. Ramsey has completed the new covers for Old Friends/New Enemies and The Malefactors. They are exceptional. 

I can't wait to get them up for all of you on the eBooks. 

I am also pleased to announce that they will be available in paper by the end of January. 

That makes four down and two more to go.

Art for the Star Traveler Series

I have been having a lot of fun working with an artist on bringing our Star Traveler Team to life.
I am pleased to reveal Jake Harcourt and Arr of the Henu by Vicki Cacciottoli.
Kay-o is coming soon, but I just couldn't wait to show you these great drawings.

I would also like to announce that the Star Traveler volumes are all going to get wonderful new space scape covers over the next few months. Volume 1 and 2 will be posted the day after Thanksgiving, November 28th, in both ebook and paperback on Amazon. Cover Art/Design by Sherry D. Ramsey of Deviant Art.

Now drop down and read the latest chapter of It's All About the Game!

The Beginning of a New Adventure

I hope you enjoyed Farloft's tale these last few weeks. 

I am sure he will come up with another for us soon. 

Remember if you need a 'Farloft Fix' you can always pick up his Chronicles in the Kindle Store on Amazon or hop over to his blog Farloft's Rhetoric and listen to his free Audio Book.

Starting Saturday we will be revisiting 3su, Star Trader to the Known Universe . 

It is going to be a wild ride you will not want to miss. 

Strap on your blaster, kiss your sweetheart goodbye, and get ready for our next adventure!

Timenall & the Captive Gryphon - Chapter 16

The gryphon, and the dragons who had helped rescue them, stood on one side of the meadow. The gryphon were hesitant and appeared to Farloft as though they might take flight at any minute, but they were also exhausted from their ordeal. They stood quietly as they faced the Forest Night Dragon clan led by Vespal.

Melozzo had his wing protectively draped over Belree as she stood with Mims on her back. Jozwik had given up on following the heated discussion and flopped down on her belly to rest her injured wing. The rest of the members of the gryphon colony stood or sat behind Timenall. The hybrid huggled Weirim with a wing as they stood at Salishan’s side as he confronted his father and the other clan members.

“They cannot stay here!” Vespal growled in anger for the umpteenth time. “Their day flights will draw the humans here and put all of us in danger.”

Timenall & the Captive Gryphon - Chapter 15

Farloft was tending to Melozzo’s wounds as the forest dragon cradled one of the gryphon hatchlings in his huge multi-toed paws.

Farloft did not know the hatchlings name just that it had lost both parents in the battle with the Varda and for some reason had taken to Melozzo for comfort. Farloft continued to lick the deep cuts where the forest dragon took the lashes of Ram’s whip to protect the hatchlings. Belree, Weirim’s best friend, was sitting close to Melozzo comforting the young orphaned hatchling by meticulously grooming it. It had fallen asleep, but neither adult had noticed. They were quietly talking above it, their heads close together.

The fires from the funeral pyres Farloft set, one for the Varda, and one for the five gryphon that had died in the fight, were still smoldering below. Timenall, three of the older gryphon, Lopho, Dalfie, and Keeree, and Salishan, were huddled away from the group. They appeared from Farloft’s view to be deep in conversation, but due to the other chatter of the reunited hatchlings with thankful parents, he could not overhear whatever was keeping them occupied.